Princes of Carnage (Pretty Ruthless Monsters, #1)

by Eva Ashwood

“Then it’s a good thing Atlas and Killian always have my back. Tell me, Quinn. Who has yours?”

the last thing I want to do right now is teach someone how to fuck me like they mean it. I want someone who already knows and is eager to do it.

“This is where you belong,” he says, sounding satisfied. “On your back for me, hair spread out, cheeks flushed. A perfect little slut who wants to get fucked so badly. You can run from me all you want, siren, but your body doesn’t lie. I know you’re desperate for this.”

“You don’t want to run. You want me to fill you up with my cock until you can’t think of anything else, don’t you? You want me to fuck you into the floor like the animals we both are. Say it.”

“I can feel you trying to hold back,” he growls. “You don’t want to come for me?” He snorts. “Do you really think you have a choice about that? I can make you feel so fucking good, you’ll forget how much you hate me. You’re my wife, Quinn. What’s yours is mine, remember? Your orgasm belongs to me, and I fucking want it.”

“Hai il sapore del più dolce degli errori,” I say in Italian, the words falling from my lips unconsciously.

“No. I want to take you bare. I want to see my cum dripping out of this pretty pussy after I destroy it. After I show you who it belongs to.”

“Sarà molto interessante essere sposati con te, mia piccola e bellissima nemica.”

“Sei così avida, mia cara.” He says something in Italian, laughing darkly. “Non preoccuparti. Ti darò quello che ti serve.”

“You’re not weak, siren,” I tell her. “I’ve watched you for months, and I know how strong you are.”

“Sembri una dea, mia cara. Potresti tentare anche un monaco a peccare.”

“Quid est flos dulcissimus in horto?” “Non flos, sed fructus,” I answer back, reciting the phrase I memorized.

“Our demons take longer to die than the people who wronged us.”